HASH TRASH 24 FEB

Hash Trash Friday 29 February (Lucky there is an extra day this year or there wouldn't have been time to type this master piece)


Committee: some brilliant (stupid) bunch of people
(must be to do this job)

Next week’s run: Let me explain... It will happen on Sunday 2 March 2008 at the bottom entrance to Rhodes Memorial, the car park next to the gates on the right (the old Zoo parking area) If you drive up the hill and arrive at that old Stone relic of colonialism (Rhodes Memorial) you are a pommy twat or a daft prick because you have gone too far. Time : 17h00
Wednesday's Run: You were either there or you weren't this will help you sod all because its now Friday and ,as is the case every week Wednesday is 2 days before Friday, but it was at another bastion of ancient colonial days "Ollie's"
The run that was…..24 February 2008 Run number: 1422
This took place in keeping with the whole colonial theme we have at present in St Georges Street Simonstown. The hare (Mr. Dick)aka Bugs Bunny being an authentic pom to boot, ok it may be way back in his past but he came into being on that wet cold murky island and the whole colonial thing is just so yesterday as well.
Anyway Bone Idle decided to try and get into this colonial revival thing and decided to go visit another relic of colonialism. As a result of his enquiring mind and spirit of adventure he was not able to witness the colonial event in Simonstown but all those whom I didn't ask said it was a fantastic event.
In the meantime Bone Idle was many miles away. On arriving on the other side of the world he was dismayed to find this colonial relic had been broken into 2 parts. In real apartheid fashion, it was labeled North and South and a large tract of water shoved in between probably to prevent the locals mixing and having too much fun. This tract of water was named after another pommy bastard of nautical orientation namely James Cook.
Bone Idle decided to explore the northern bit first and while covering this territory discovered a relative "Debbie does Dallas" who was having a snot goblin christened, poor bastard was apparently going to be known from that day on as 'Neil Graham Bennet" and they all wondered why he burps, farts and makes so many loud noises but we won't explain that to them now will we.
After this ceremonial event concluded Bone Idle decided to get into the conquering spirit of yester year and attempt to cross the apartheid barrier and roam the savage country of South Island.On these travels Bone Idle discovered many wonderful picturesque places and large areas on open wilderness. Apparently after the first few colonialists arrived the rest back on the murky island in the northern hemisphere lost their compasses and sense of direction probably sense as well because none of the rest could find their way to this paradise of beaches, sand flies, glaciers, ski fields and huge lakes, rivers and waterfalls.
At one such beautiful place on the shores of a turquoise blue lake, rung by snow capped mountains and with tiny little stone church and a monument to a sheep dog in the background, Bonne Idle was overcome and proposed, NO not to the sheepdog you deranged bastards. All to soon, but not until after the colonial event in Simonstown had concluded in our absence, it was time to head for home.
Unfortunately between Quaint Ass from Sydney to Jhb and Savage Airways from Jhb To Cape Town half our exploring equipment vanished and only reappeared 3 days later.
Good to be home. Did you miss me?? DON'T ANSWER THAT!!!
ON ON
Bone Idle